Most everybody has something that really turns them on — a personal fantasy they’ve cherished for years. For some guys, it’s the thought of a beautiful woman helpless in bondage or a dangerous dame’s hand with red-lacquered fingernails clutching the handle of a whip.

For me, it’s the dangler — a lovely woman sitting casually with her legs crossed. I can sometimes find her in a diner, on a park bench or in the office. She’ll be preoccupied with a book or her phone, barely noticing that one of her shoes is ever-so-slowly slipping off her foot. Maybe she flexes that foot so the shoe slaps rhythmically against her sole a few times, or she might just let the shoe keep sliding until it’s hanging on the very tip of one toe.

The shoe might be an elegant pump or a grimy... Read More